Every ring of bell
every step toward the Examination Hall
gives a new heart ache
a new pearl of sweat.
Time passes slowly.
Each tick of second hand
as meaningful
as a new answer.
Each answer decides
not just pass or fail
but life or death.
Yet, the tears die
as soon as the bell cries
'Time to go'.
Every fears vanishes
as the fresh air
sweeps clean the perspiration
and each tide of wind yells
'FREE FOR ANOTHER YEAR!'
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